1.

SOMA, flow on with pleasant stream, a Bull

devoted to the Gods,
Our Friend, unto the woollen sieve.
2 Pour hitherward, as Indra's Self, Indu, that
gladdening stream of thine,
And send us coursers full of strength.
3 Flow to the filter hitherward, pouring that
ancient gladdening juice,
Streaming forth power and high renown.
4 Hither the sparkling drops have flowed, like
waters down a steep descent
They have reached Indra purified.
5 Whom, having passed the filter, ten dames
cleanse, as 'twere a vigorous steed,
While he disports him in the wood,-
6 The steer-strong juice with milk pour forth,
for feast and service of the Gods,
To him who bears away the draught.
7. Effused, the God flows onward with his
stream to Indra, to the God,
So that his milk may strengthen him.
8 Soul of the sacrifice, the juice effused flows
quickly on: he keeps
His ancient wisdom of a Sage.
9 So pouring forth, as Indra's Friend, strong
drink, best Gladdener! for the feast,
Thou, even in secret, storest hymns.

HYMN VII. Soma Pavamana.

1. FORTH on their way the glorious drops have

flowed for maintenance of Law,
Knowing this sacrifice's course.
2 Down in the mighty waters sinks the stream of
meath, most excellent,
Oblation best of all in worth.
3 About the holy place, the Steer true, guileless,
noblest, hath sent forth
Continuous voices in the wood.
4 When, clothed in manly strength, the Sage
flows in celestial wisdom round,
The Strong would win the light of heaven.
5 When purified, he sits as King above the
hosts, among his folk,
What time the sages bring him nigh.
6 Dear, golden-coloured, in the fleece he sinks